The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 149 was not surprised by this.
The candlelight flickered in the night wind, and Zhi Xing's wrists were held captive by Ye Jingnian as they lay down on the couch together.

The bed behind me sank slightly, and the rustling sound of the dark nightgown fabric was close at hand.

He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, gently inhaling the fragrance on her neck, a burning desire surging in his eyes.

He grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the pillow, his nose almost touching hers. Looking into her somewhat bewildered eyes, he paused slightly.

Amidst the popping of candle flames, their breaths mingled.

Zhi Xing saw his Adam's apple bob, and in the end he simply rested his forehead on her shoulder.

"Go to sleep."

"Sleep?" Zhi Xing asked incredulously. Did Ye Jingnian want her to sleep here with him?

"If you don't want to sleep, get out of bed."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhi Xing hurriedly closed her eyes, but a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

The sound of rain outside the window gradually subsided, but Ye Jingnian's fingertips still lightly covered the pulse on her wrist, as if guarding a lamp that could be extinguished at any moment.

Five days later, at Sansheng Hall.

Sheng Yunqing opened the brocade box and saw the flowers blooming inside, encased in ice crystals, in excellent condition.

She smiled with delight and said, "It really is a glass lily!"

If she missed the chance to subdue the Golden Crow Feather Spirit because she rejected Mu Jiyue's Glazed Lotus, she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.

"My men who went to retrieve the Epiphyllum flower have reported back that they encountered the Crown Prince's men blocking their way on the snow mountain. Fortunately, they did not get close to the Epiphyllum flower and were dealt with by us first."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Yunqing was not too surprised. She gently curled the corners of her lips. She had indeed consulted a divination, and although obtaining the Glazed Lotus was dangerous, there was still a glimmer of hope.

She closed the brocade box. No matter what, she had to refine the Cold Jade Crystal as soon as possible. She couldn't allow any accidents to happen before she could subdue the Golden Crow Feather Spirit.

The Crown Prince's residence, a secret room.

Master Qingming flicked his whisk, his face grim: "Your Highness, the Glazed Lotus has fallen into Sheng Yunqing's hands, and the evil spirit within Prince Ye is likely doomed."

Ye Jingnian played with the jade thumb ring in his hand, and upon hearing this, the corner of his lips relaxed almost imperceptibly: "Is that so? Your Royal Uncle is really lucky."

A barely perceptible hint of relief flickered across his wicked tone.

Master Qingming narrowed his eyes, then suddenly said meaningfully, "Your Highness doesn't seem surprised by this?"

Ye Jingnian sneered, glancing at him sideways: "You doubt me?"

"This humble Taoist wouldn't dare," Qingming said, bowing his head, but unable to conceal the glint in his eyes.

The Crown Prince's secret guards were evenly matched with the men sent by Ye Jinchen, but unexpectedly, the entire Crown Prince's force was wiped out, with no survivors. A few days ago, he saw the people going to the snow mountain drink the wine given to them by Pei Xuan before their departure. Could it be...?

He glanced at Ye Jingnian furtively. Was the Crown Prince secretly helping Ye Jinchen obtain the Glazed Lotus? If so, there was only one possibility.

The one who summoned the Golden Crow Feather Spirit was no ordinary Taoist priest!
Ye Jingnian took out a gold ingot from his pocket and gave it to him, saying, "Once you enter the Crown Prince's residence, you are my person and will serve me wholeheartedly."

Master Qingming took the heavy gold in his hand and was stunned for a moment. Then his eyes lit up and he smiled from ear to ear.

“Do your job well, and think of other ways to deal with Ye Jinchen. If you do well, I will naturally reward you. Otherwise,” he narrowed his phoenix eyes, a dangerous glint in them, “if you dare to have any other crooked thoughts, you’ll have to be alive to spend this money.”

Master Qingming swallowed hard, lowered his head and said, "Yes, this humble Taoist will certainly do his utmost for Your Highness."

A crescent moon hung in the sky. As midnight approached, Sheng Yunqing counted her fingers and chanted an incantation. A golden light flashed across her dark eyes, and the golden crow mark at the corner of Ye Jinchen's eye began to glow with a reddish light, as if lava was flowing under his skin.

Perhaps he had disturbed Yu Ling, for even before the full moon, Yu Ling was already restless within him. Ye Jinchen sat upright on the Xuanbing Jade Platform, his slender fingers gripping his knees, his knuckles white from the restraint he was holding back.

"Ye Jinchen, it's about to begin." Sheng Yunqing held the Cold Jade Ice Crystal in her hand. The completed ice crystal was crystal clear and emitted a faint, ethereal light.

She suspended the ice crystals above her palm, emanating a bone-chilling cold that caused even the air to condense into tiny frost flowers.

Ye Jinchen raised his eyes, his gaze reflecting a cold, icy light: "Qing'er, you've had a hard night."

Sheng Yunqing looked at him and smiled gently. Then, with a light tap of her fingertip, the cold jade ice crystal shattered and turned into seven ice spirit stars that surrounded Ye Jinchen.

She bit her fingertip, using her blood as a guide, to draw the Taiyin Mystic Array in the void: "Cold Jade Suppresses Flame, Taiyin Subdues Yang—"

The first icy star disappeared into the golden crow pattern at the corner of his right eye.

Ye Jinchen groaned, his neck veins bulging, the markings twisting and struggling like living things, actually burning cracks into the Ice Soul.

"Truly domineering." Sheng Yunqing's eyes narrowed, and her hands quickly formed a hand seal. "Su Lan, pollen from the Flos Ephemeral Lilac!"

Su Lan nodded and immediately sprinkled the collected glassy epiphyllum powder into the formation.

The glistening pollen and icy essence mingled, transforming into a pale blue net of light that bound the restless golden crow patterns layer by layer.

As the sixth Ice Soul Star fell, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of Ye Jinchen's mouth.

Sheng Yunqing noticed something was wrong and placed her palm on his chest: "There's something inside you that's resonating with the Golden Crow Feather Spirit!"

The stone door to the secret chamber suddenly opened, and Lu Changxuan rushed in: "Junior Sister! The Golden Crow Feather Spirit is a Twin Curse; both marks must be suppressed simultaneously!"

Sheng Yunqing's eyes turned cold, and she quickly activated the seventh Ice Soul Star: "Pei Xuan, hold down your prince!"

Pei Xuan immediately stepped forward and firmly pressed down on Ye Jinchen's shoulder.

"Bear with it." Sheng Yunqing softened his tone, gathered the last bit of spiritual power at his fingertips, and the seventh Ice Soul Star exploded with a bang, turning into a sky full of ice dust.

The golden crow pattern at the corner of Ye Jinchen's eye solidified in the extreme cold, eventually turning into a thin, light golden mark.

As the chill dissipated, Ye Jinchen slowly opened his eyes.

The lingering burning pain finally disappeared, replaced by the long-awaited clarity of mind.

“It still needs to be nourished with cold jade every full moon.” Sheng Yunqing put away the remaining ice crystals, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. She smiled faintly and said, “But the Golden Crow Feather Spirit has been completely suppressed.”

Ye Jinchen gazed into her tired yet bright eyes, then suddenly raised his hand and lightly touched her wrist, which trembled slightly from exhaustion of spiritual energy: "Qing'er, thank you."

Sheng Yunqing lowered her eyelids wearily, then threw herself into his arms, greedily inhaling the purple aura emanating from him.

Some of the ethereal essence gradually condensed and returned to her body.

Ye Jinchen raised his hand to stroke her head, closed his eyes, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

Prince's Mansion.

As Zhi Xing was grinding ink, she felt a wave of dizziness. After swaying for a moment, she stood still and suddenly felt a large breath of fresh air rush into her body.

She was stunned for a moment, and the feeling of weakness that had been oppressed by the Golden Crow Feather Spirit was instantly dispelled.